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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
the Human League,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.