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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.