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 Micronesia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.