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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scion 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 techno 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.