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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Can,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.