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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.