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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.