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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.