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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
June Days,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
UT,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Wings,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.