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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.