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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.