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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.