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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Slave,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.