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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.