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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Index,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.