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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.