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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.