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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
MDC,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.