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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Swans,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.