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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Technova,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.