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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.