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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.