Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.