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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Crime,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.