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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.