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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Television,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.