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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.