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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.