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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.