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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.