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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.