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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.