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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Scion,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.