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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Joensuu 1685 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.