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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.