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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.