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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.