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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.