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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.