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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.