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 New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.