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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.