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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.