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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.