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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.