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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Move,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.