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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.