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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.