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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Magma,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.