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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.