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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.