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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Index,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.