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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.