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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.