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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
the Association,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.