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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.