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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.