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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.