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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.