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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.