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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Index,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.