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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.