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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.