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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.