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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.