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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Can,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.