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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.