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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.