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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.