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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.