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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.