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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.