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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 PIL 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.