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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.