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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.