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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.