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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.