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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.