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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.