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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Slits to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.