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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Scion,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.