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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.