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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.