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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.