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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.