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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.