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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.