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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.