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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.