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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.