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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.