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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.