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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.