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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.