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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.