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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.