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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.