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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Oneida,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.