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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.