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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.