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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.