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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.