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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.