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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.