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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.