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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
The Names,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.