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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.