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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.