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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.