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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.