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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.