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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.