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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.