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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.