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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.