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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.