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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.