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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.