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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Can,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Index,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.