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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Slits to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.