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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.