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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.