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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.