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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Wire,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.