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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.