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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.