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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.