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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Wire to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.