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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.