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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.