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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.