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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.