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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.