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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Audionom,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.