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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.