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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.