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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.