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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
MDC,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
New Order,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.