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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.