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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.