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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.