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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.