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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.