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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.