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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Nico,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.