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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.