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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.