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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.