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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.