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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.