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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
The Standells,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.