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 Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.