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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.