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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.