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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.