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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Television,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.