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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.