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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.