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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.