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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.