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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.