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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 DNA to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Index,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
the Slits,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.