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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
the Slits,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.