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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.