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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.