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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.