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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.