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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.