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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.