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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
AZ,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The Residents,
Roxette,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.