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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.