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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.