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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.