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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.