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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.