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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.