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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Scion,
X-101,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.