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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.