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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Fear,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.