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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 PIL to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.