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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.