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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
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Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.