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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.