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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.