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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.