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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.