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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.