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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.