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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Can,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.