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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.