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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.