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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.