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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.