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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.