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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.