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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.