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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.