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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.