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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.