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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.