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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.