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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.