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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.