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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.