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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.