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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.