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 Angola 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.