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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
AZ,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.