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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.