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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.