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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Television,
DNA,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.