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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Evens to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.