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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Technova,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.