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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.