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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.