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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.