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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.