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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.