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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.