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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.