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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.