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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Visage,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.