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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Japan,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.