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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Gong,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.