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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.