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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Gories to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.