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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.