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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.