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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
a-ha,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.