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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.