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 Brunei and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.