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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Darondo,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Slave,
Aswad,
Magazine,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.