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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.