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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.