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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.