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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.