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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
New Order,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.