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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.