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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.