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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.