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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.