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 Andorra 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.