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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.