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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.