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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.