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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.