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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
10cc,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.