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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 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 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.