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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.