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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.