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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.