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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.