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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.