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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.