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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.