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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
John Cale,
UT,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Cameo,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.