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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Rekid 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Can,
Index,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.