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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.