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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.