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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.