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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Swans,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.