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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.