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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.