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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.