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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.