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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Harmonia,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.