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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.