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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Can,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.