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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.