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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.