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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Index,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.