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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Faust to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.