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 Turkey and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.