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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.