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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.