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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.