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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Arab on Radar 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.