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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
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.