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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.