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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.