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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.