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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Ludus,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.