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 States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
10cc,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.