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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.