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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
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.