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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.