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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.