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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.