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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.