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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.