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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.