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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.