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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.