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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.