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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.