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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.