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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.