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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.