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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.