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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Hoover,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.