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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.