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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Neil Young,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.