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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.