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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.