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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.