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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.