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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.