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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.