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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.