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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.