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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.