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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.