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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.