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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.