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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.