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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.