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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
X-101,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.