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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Wings,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.