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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.