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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.