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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.