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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.