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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.