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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.