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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.