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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Index,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Television,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.