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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.