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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.