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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.