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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.