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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
DNA,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
X-102,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.