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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.