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 United Kingdom 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 Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.