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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
UT,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.