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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Television,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.