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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.