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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s 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 The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.