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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.