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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.