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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.