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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.