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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.