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 Tonga and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.