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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.