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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Monolake,
Smog,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.