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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.