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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Monks,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.