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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.