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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.