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 Taiwan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 organ 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 PIL 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.