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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players 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?
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.