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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Wire,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.