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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.