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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.