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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.