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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.