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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.