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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.