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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Interpol,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.