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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.