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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.