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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.