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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Wings,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Shoche,
the Germs,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.