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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.