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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.