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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light 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 jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.