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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Aswad,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Can,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.