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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.