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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.