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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.