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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.