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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.