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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.