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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.