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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.