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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.