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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.