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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Urselle,
ABC,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.