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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.