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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Whodini,
The Move,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.