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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.