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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.