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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.