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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.