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 Belize and from Milan.
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 Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.