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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.