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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.