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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.