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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.