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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.