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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.