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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.