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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rekid to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Hoover,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.