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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.