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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Television,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.