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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.