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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.