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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.