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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Magma,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.