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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.