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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.