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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.