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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.