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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
New Order,
MC5,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.