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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Model 500,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.