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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Faust,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.