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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.