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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.