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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.