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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.