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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.