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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.