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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.