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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.