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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.