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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.