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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Index,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.