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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.