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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.