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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
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.