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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
cv313,
June Days,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.