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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.