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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.