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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Monks,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.