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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.