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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.