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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.