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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Crime,
X-102,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.