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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.