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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.