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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.