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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.