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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.