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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.