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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.