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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.