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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
The Move,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.