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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.