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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.