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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
EPMD,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.