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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Brick,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.