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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1967 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 Taipei 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.