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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.