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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.