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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Pole,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.