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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Urselle,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.