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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.