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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
UT,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Urselle,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Can,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.