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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.