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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Pagans,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.