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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.