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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.