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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Swans,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.