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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.