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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.