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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.