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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.