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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.