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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.