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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.