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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.