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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Swans,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
The Motions,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.