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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.