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 Mali 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.