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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.