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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
The Wake,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
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.