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 Russia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.