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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.