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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.