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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.