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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.