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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.