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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Dark Day,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.