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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
MC5,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Monks,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.