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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Technova,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.