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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.