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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.