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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Faust,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.