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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.