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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Associates,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.