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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.