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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.