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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.