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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.