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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.