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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.