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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.