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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
The Index,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.