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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.