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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.