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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.