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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.