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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.