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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.