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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.