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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.