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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.