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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Wings,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.