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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.