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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.