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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.