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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.