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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.