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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.