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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.