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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Television,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.