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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.