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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.