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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.