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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.