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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Ronan,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'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.