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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
AZ,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.